Later, the Red-haired Witch kept looking back reluctantly as the healer, who had nearly been scared to death, led her away.
Even Slughorn wiped away a cold sweat and gave a dry laugh. "Is she a Gryffindor student?"
Professor McGonagall's brow twitched. They couldn't blame everything on Gryffindor.
Gryffindor might have been jokingly called the house of reckless brutes, but even its students weren't as reckless as that witch.
Madame Maxime wore a stern expression too. The moment the Red-haired Witch came down, she hurried away.
If she left it too late, she feared Madame Maxime would grab her and haul her off.
With Beauxbatons down one contestant, its other student, a boy, was still hanging on.
But after a series of mishaps, when only eight contestants remained, he too failed because his Draught of Living Death hadn't turned clear.
Madame Maxime looked thoroughly displeased, while Headmaster Beauxbatons was smug. Both his students were still in.
Mesmer had one left, Uagadou had one, Hogwarts had a Slytherin boy, Ilvermorny had one, and Durmstrang had one.
Beauxbatons, renowned for alchemy, hadn't managed to keep a single student in the running. Madame Maxime's face was so long that she looked as though someone owed her tens of thousands of Galleons.
"A very interesting Draught of Living Death," Slughorn said as he inspected the results.
He gave Mesmer's Draught of Living Death an "interesting" rating. Fairy wings powder and spring water exposed to starlight for thirty-two hours had been added, turning it into a Sleeping Beauty Potion.
Plenty of girls would surely be willing to pay for a potion like that.
Meanwhile, Snape assessed Uagadou's potion. His drawn-out delivery left the student unable to tell whether he was being praised or scolded.
In the end, it earned a "passable."
The Slytherin boy lifted